Overly Obsession

t happened to have a twenty in my p

t leaving behind wet puddles on the laminate floor. My red shirt and black trousers were dampened

ke a drowned rat. But at that m

anked opened the medicine cabinet and rummaged through the various

ng as I struggled without my glasses to read the list of possible side effects. Not finding anything, I felt my fear bubble t

on the edge of the bath and placed my head in my hands, pulling at my hair as I attempted to get to grips with the fact that my brain

or Patel and schedule an

breaking me out of my spiral and bringing me back to reality. I opened my eyes and took a

ing my throat as my voice cracked

idn't need to know about the attack, she was stressed enough as it was with the baby and trying to finish high-school at the same time. Plus, the last thing she needed

mop of blonde hair came into view, her eyes

ans identical. Whilst I considered myself to have rather sharp, square features-Sophia's face was considerably softer, her skin littered with hundreds of freckles whereas mine

struggle with giving birth due to how narrow her hips were, and that she may not be able to carry to term as a result. Con

I'd forgott

my forehead, "I f

hour ago," She chuckled, playing with her

cerned, noticing my flushed f

ay if I pick them up tomorrow

he repeated in surpri

-body tense as I brushed by her significant baby bump in

med in surprise, glancing down at my pretty

ted, turning and pausing with a

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l her books were open and ready along with the laptop of online c

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